It was probably a decade or two ago that I said ‘wow, I’m never going to a raspberry farm again!’ At that point in my life I had no kids to unschool.

This time when we were invited out to the raspberry farm (like those places where you go pick your own and they are like 40 mins away…each way? ugh!) I was about to tell them how completely uninterested in that I was, but as my lips were forming the word ‘nah’ I thought about unschooling in a raspberry field. Sure!

Hey kiddos, would you rather go visit Farmer Tom in the morning when he’s working on metal, or in the afternoon when he’s working with wood?

The first thing he did when he picked up the grinder was to give the kids some helmets. And pointed them to behind a safety screen. He was already decked out in safety gear – which was great for the kids to see…he’s a very careful guy to watch!

They hadn’t gotten to interact with so many of them before, they were quite impressed; hopping things have always seemed to hop away before we could investigate. They know exactly what a frog jumping into the swamp right before we get there looks and sounds like